RACK LOVE Rarin

[Chorus]
In a 2 door coupe bitch I like to go fast
Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks
Asked a bitch what it do can you hold to my strap
All my fingers blue cause I’m blowing through these bags
So I told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
Checks on the chain
Now your bitch throw her ass up
Catch up I could never fuck a lame bitch
Married to the game bitch
I just want my racks up

[Verse 1]
I said pay me if you hate me
I could never give a fuck where the fakes be
Shawty crazy
Yeah I’d let her cum but I’d never let her date me
Might have fell in love but I’ll never let her save me
Smoke a blunt filled with OG with my brodie
Back then they were never checking what they owed me
Clocked in paid in I ain’t moving slowly
Back ends locked in they won’t ever know me
God damn why she blowing up my phone
I spent fucking 10 bands on that Louis and that Chrome
Oh they telling me I can’t so I got it on my own
I don’t think I’ll ever land I get higher every song